When we turn up in our turn-ups

Our hearts are heavy, our heads are ready to levy

For the yippee-less swing, for the tot-less cot

For the mock, for the shock, for the fun powder plot

With courage, conviction, in donkey-jaw diction

We cry for the cause, we cry for the cause

With courage, conviction, in donkey-jaw diction

We cry for the cause, we cry for the cause

Because the courts have left us lonely

Disowned us daddies like the poopers of the party

Gently, gently take them from me

Gently, gently take them from me

Gently, gently take them from me

And I'll be left dumbfound as a donkey

This is a booty call

My boot, my boot, my boot, my boot up your asshole

This is a Freudian slip

My slipper, my slipper, my slipper, my slipper in your bits

With courage, conviction, in donkey-jaw diction

We cry for the cause, we cry for the cause

With courage, conviction, in donkey-jaw diction

We cry for the cause, we cry for the cause

Because the courts have left us lonely

Disowned us daddies like the poopers of the party

Gently, gently take them from me

Gently, gently take them from me

Gently, gently take them from me

And I'll be left dumbfound as a donkey

This is a booty call

My boot, my boot, your asshole

This is a Freudian slip

My slipper, my slipper, my slipper, my slipper in your bits